Elven Camp

Darvin, Talathel, Beranhond, and a slightly amused Evelaen, made their way up along the southern side of the swollen river. After two days the river course narrowed and the water speed increased. Finally, on the third day they overheard the sounds of shovels against the soil, cussing, and a smattering of Elvish words called through the air in a opening in the trees.